Hope: the Velcro to a better tomorrow

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Hope is the Velcro

In the distance, the loud clanging of the city garbage trucks bellow against the stillness of the night.  Amber and soft white lights flicker against the pitch black sky.  Delved deep in the blanket of darkness, red lights flicker on and off to a rhythm no one can hear.

Smash is cuddled up with his head on my leg as I sit here in the early morning hours and soak in the quietness and the variety of music that sings during the night here in the city.

I’m reminded this night, that on this day last year, the sky wasn’t the only thing that was darkened.  So much of my time back then was spent in isolation and complete darkness.  It almost seems surreal to recall it tonight.

I have been finding adapting to my improved health is not as easy as one might think.  When you are severely ill, you long for the day that you become well.  When you become well, you struggle with moving forward and enjoying every morsel of your improved life, because the stain of a major collapse is burned into your mind.

Friday nights should be nights that I find myself elated, happy and excited but I am finding more often than not, my mood crashes, sadness sets in, and over-eating takes place.

I think much of it has to do with having spent so much time alone these past two years.  The thought of coming home on Friday and spending the weekend alone is so repugnant to my mind, I just start down this emotional slide.

While I look forward to resting from my often very busy weeks now, I can’t seem to embrace being isolated and alone anymore.  There is this hidden disappointment that springs to life anytime my mind thinks that the past might be repeating itself.

I have also discovered that I cannot continue to “listen” to audiobooks.  The idea of sitting still and not having something to do is so overwhelming I often can’t force myself to lay still and listen to the book for more than an hour.  I actually find that I prefer my all time favorite way of reading which is to be holding the book in my hands.

Some things still have not changed as dramatically as my improved physical health has.  I still have horrible problems with directions, can’t handle two conversations at once, math is still a foreign concept on the best of days (lol) and I still need to rest.  More often than not I set aside one day of complete rest, reading and watching movies.

But the negatives are so outweighed by the positives that most of the time I don’t really pay much attention to them anymore.  Except perhaps having to take a down day.

One of my favorite positives that has happened is that I am more able to keep my word when I tell someone I can do something.  Being dependable has always mattered a lot to me so to suddenly be able to be dependable more often has been a major blessing.

My writing has suffered terribly and I think a lot of it has to do with guilt and with this idea that I no longer have much to offer my readers. But this weekend showed me that is not true.

Without hope, I would have never survived these last two years, nor these past 20 years of illness.  Hope was the one thing that kept me hanging on.  Often I would find myself reading of other people who had overcome, regained their health, or even improved it dramatically. Those stories fed my soul a diet of hope until my moment came.

I realize that my story is now such a story for many others.  While I am moving onward and forward with my new life and doing my best to embrace the amazing changes I am experiencing, my life experience is one that gives hope that what we desire most in life can happen upon us at the most unexpected time.

The key, however, is to never give up.  While being bedbound, wheelchair bound, housebound, and whatnot, with these unbelievable chronic illnesses, hope for a better tomorrow is the velcro that keeps us looking forward to a better life as well as all the goals that we hold deeply within our heart.

P.S. As I finished up this post, the blackness of the night gave way to the bright, blueness of the new day.  It was the visualization of the velcro right before my eyes.  :-)

Determined to continue forward,

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7 thoughts on “Hope: the Velcro to a better tomorrow

  1. “the stain of a major collapse is burned into your mind”

    That is such a beautiful and accurate description. When things start to slide backwards, I find it so difficult to fight the fear I feel, the fear of how bad things can get, of how bad things have been.

    I loved reading about your positives. They’re important things to look for and acknowledge :-)
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  2. I do understand what you are saying Dominique….I think you have been taking a blogation…maybe sabbatical? Anyway, it is always enjoyable when you open your cyber doors to us and welcome us in. I understand what you mean about that part of you that worries about a relapse. You have come so far! It is a great blessing isn’t it.

    • Renee – I am so sorry that I’m not reading other blogs. I am trying to find some balance in everything but it just seems to pass me by. Plus my wireless disappeared so I’m on broadband and have to be careful. But I will get back to it. I promise.

      Thank you.

  3. You will always have something useful, interesting, and inspirational to share . As more time passes I hope your thoughts of a relapse will diminish. I sit on the fence about trying the product you use
    Due to trying things before that did not help.

    • Patricia – You have always inpsired me to write, you know that!? I always feel like I am writing directly to you because I know you are always looking for what thoughts I am sharing. thank you.

      I totally understand the “been there, done that” thing. Totally. You will know if you should try it or not Patricia. I wish I could conclusively tell everyone this is the answer but you know how it is with these illnesses. What works for one doesn’t always work for another.

      Having said that, I can’t imagine anyone NOT benefiting from Amazing Grass because it feeds you body everything it needs for the day in a raw form that your body can easily assimilate.

      I hope you and Lucy are doing well my friend.

  4. dear Dominique,
    you are so right that we are all waiting for our turn to get better, and blogs and stories like yours really do give us all hope.
    However after reading your latest blog something hit me that I felt I should share with you. It is not the story of getting well that has inspired me the most, it is more that in the depth of your illness you were able to start a blog and continue to write (and writing of great quality should I add). That you could achieve something and reach people whilst still being “caged”.
    being well is one thing, but if it is taken for granted, and lessons and lessons are never learnt, then the life is almost wasted. I think that so many of us we have learned so much because of, and in spite of our illnesses.
    I know what it’s like to feel frustrated with not having achieved enough, in fact sat here now I’m still thinking about the blog I still haven’t finished designing. but I wanted you to know that you do have so much to offer your readers, so never let your brain tell you different!
    A x

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